And, when her mother to cook began,
She took to her heels and away she ran.
Selina Sophonisba, she
Stood all day long ’neath the apple tree,
Till she became most dreadfullee
What is commonly callèd hungaree!
Selina Sophonisba Ann
About her dinner to think began,
But the voice of a little Fairy-man
Said, “Don’t go back to the frying-pan,